Before I could wake up properly I was being dragged by the scruff of my neck. It wasn't a painful feeling but it was uncomfortable enough to get me to growl. Something I didn't even know I could do.
I was dragged along the corridors to a place I hadn't been before. And the closer I got I noticed two things. Fist were the stains that littered the floor along the way. Second was the smell. It was the smell of blood. It was pungent throughout the air.
As I was pulled closer my fur started to stand on end. And my muscles tensed. Each second the smell of blood got stronger. That was until I was shoved into a metal box the door shut behind me.
The box was small only barely big enough for me to crouch in. And it smelled terrible. It wasn't the smell of blood either but instead it was piss and shit.
Next thing I knew was the feeling of being moved. I was jostling in my steel prison. Sometimes I even have my head get banged against one of the walls as we moved.
Eventually we stopped moving. Which meant It was almost time for me to fight. Just the though made me feel disgusted. But just maybe I wouldn't have to kill them.
That thought was immediately murdered when the front of my cage was opened. I saw the arena floor covered in red. And I saw my would be opponent with blood drooling from their mouth. They had the head of what looked like a golden retriever and a bobbed tail. Thier fur was covered in blood and wounds.
"Now is everybody ready for tonight event! It's going to be interesting fight between Bloodletter and this times underdog Greyblood!" I looked around myself looking for the voice only to find the audience. An audience that was filled to the brim with imps.
Not just any kind of imps either. These imps were ones with horns and clothes. These imps you would find in one place, and one place alone, Hell. I was in literal hell.
I couldn't focus on that fact due to a sharp pain radiating from my chest. I look down to see the other mut butting into my torso like a rabid dog. I try to pry it off but all I get for my troubles is claw to the face. It barely touches me as I pull my head back. They then thankfully let go of me.
My relief is short lived when I suddenly feel a them bite my neck. Now I'm panicking, what do I do!? I try to claw their arms to let go of me before I then focus more on their mouth.
Suddenly a calmness washes over me. I then feel the control of my body go as well.Then I hear a question.
"How to hurt it?"
"The groin" I reply simply. I then watch as my body proceeds to knee my opponent in the groin. Before I can figure out what's going on I hear another question.
"Still threat, how deal?"
"Go for the eyes. If they can't see they can't fight." I give my quick reply.
My body then quickly extends its nails before slashing the eyes of the prone enemy. And this time I can feel the nails cut through their flesh. The sensation of slicing and tearing flesh almost makes me feel happy. I'm interrupted by another question. One quite simple.
"How end?" I give a simple two word reply.
"The throat." And before I can stop it my jaw is already around my enemies throat. Pulling and tearing. I can feel the moment the flesh pulls free. I could almost smell the fear, the desperation, the resignation, and finally the acceptance.
Now all that was left was a corpse and me standing above it. I felt nothing. No sadness at taking a life. No happiness at surviving. Just nothing. That was until I recognized the taste of blood in my mouth.
I felt the bile rising up from my stomach. Not long after that vomit came from my mouth. And I collapsed onto the wet floor. Shivering in the blood of my enemy. It was horrible. Then I heard something worse.
"A new challenger approaches the days new champion, Grey Blood!" The almost mocking voice of the imp announced.
I look up to see a small pug like hellhound leave an entrance. My body slowly gets up on its own. I try my best to stay down, only to hear a terrifying growl echo through my head. It doesn't stop my useless struggle though.
Then my body starts to walk towards the shivering animal. It scrunched up face starting to cry. Before I can stop it my body does what it did to the previous foe. First a knee to the groin, then a claw to the eyes, and finally tear through the throat. It was brutal and bloody. I couldn't stand it.
Suddenly I heard a door open behind me, this time a German shepherd like hellhoud came from the same entrance I did. They had a look of strong determination.
That look didn't last long. As thier throat was now bleeding heavily and their eyes sockets full of blood. Though I wasn't in a much better shape. My body was covered in scratches and bite wounds. The shepherd had put up a fight.
Then things started to go dark. As they were I got control and feeling back in my body. I hadn't realized it at the time, but after the bite to my neck I had stopped feeling pain.
When I finally woke back up I was in a surprisingly little amount of pain, most of my wounds had healed. I touched the spot I knew I was bitten only to find not even a scab. I either had been asleep for a week or I had super regeneration. And judging from what I know of Helluva Boss, I would go with regeneration.
It was at least something l, especially after what I just went through. All the blood and carnage. I am slightly thankful that I didn't actually have control when I did that. But that brings up a major concern.
Who was in control. It wasn't just instinct at play there. It was something more. Like I had another person take the controls. Was it the previous owner of this body? That might be it. But I don't know. I could may be ask?
"Hello, anybody there?" I ask aloud.
I don't get anything back.